***Rafe***
As much as Reggie works on my nerves, he is helpful in some areas. Like lighten the tension and give off the calm, playful vibe that seems to be helping Poopy right now. We sit there watching the i***t swing out on that rope swing, flopping down into the water.
I could get enough of her laughter as she watched him.
Keeping my eyes on, she wasnt watching him with lust or any of that. It was nothing more than amusement. She laughed when I said he would have to run back, soaked.
Not sure how long we sat there, but I noticed it was starting to get late. I normally wouldn't care, but Im not taking chances with having my mate with me.
Linking Reggie, letting him know we needed to head out. He swam to the shoreline, climbing out. He was dripping, soaking wet. I couldn't resist
